User blog comment:Llamao/Kotir Reborn/@comment-3474228-20120124021933/@comment-3474228-20120124023221

The weasel pulls his bleeding paw back and curses. "Schupid river dog." They soon reach the castle, and the keen eyes of Sahja spot them. The wildcat groans as he heads over. "Not again ... Did you at least kill all of the otters?"

The ferret and weasel look at each other nervously before the weasel replies. "Er ... yes! Yes, m'Lord, a whole army of 'em. We lost Grimmel, Roddik, an' Heffra, but we got this feisty one out of it." The weasel holds up Neggie and grins toothily. "A fighter, this 'un. She'll make a good slave, sire."

Sahja eyes the weasel and shakes his head. "She was the only one, wasn't she?" The weasel gulps and looks at the ferret for support. The ferret, however, has sneaked off by this point. The weasel nods guiltily at Sahja. "Ah don't unnerstand, she ... she fought like a monster!"

Sahja leans in close and grabs the weasel with two paws, lifting him off the ground. The wildcat growls. "I don't like liars, soldier." The weasel looks away as Sahja breathes heavily into his face, and then whimpers as he is thrown onto the ground. Sahja snarls. "Put this otter with the others and get out of my sight."

The weasel scrambles to his feet and hauls Neggie up violently, dragging her to the prisoner pits